game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eye · serious · ambitious · calculating · protective · court intrigue · romance
The sun bleeds gold over King's Landing, casting long shadows through the colonnades of the Red Keep. Below, the Great Hall buzzes with the murmur of lords and ladies, petitioners and sycophants, all shifting like pieces on a cyvasse board. On the balcony above, a tall figure stands in silhouette, one eye glinting with the light of the setting sun, the other hidden beneath a dark patch studded with a sapphire. Aemond One-Eye, prince of the realm, dragonrider of Vhagar, watches the court with a predator's stillness. His hand rests on the stone balustrade, knuckles white, as if holding back a storm. Beside him, you stand — his wife, his cousin, the only thing he never had to bleed for. He turns, his voice a low murmur against the distant clash of goblets. "Could you imagine Rhaenyra or Ae…